I'm somewhat puzzled by my own decision to start a blog. I've never been one to keep a journal or write my 'feelings' down, mostly because self-Incrimination is the first I in idiot (the second I being Incompetent). As rash and impulsive as I was in my prepubescent and early adolescent years, even then I knew something about me was different. I was bright enough to know I wasn't normal; normal kids didn't enjoy the same... activities I myself did. And most 'normal' kids didn't have the same childhood as me either. Although honestly I find it a bit obnoxious to complain about your family life. Just about everyone hates their particular lot, but annoyingly, there's always someone who's had it worse. It always amuses me how people seem to want to compete.
"MY life's the worst!"
"NO MINE!"
As if being miserable comes with some unspoken popularity beyond rational comprehension. Why is unhappiness so fucking interesting to the well off? As far as I'm told happiness is supposed to be a... good emotion. It's supposedly pleasant to experience, and although I do feel a sort of happiness, namely when I'm inflicting, receiving, or viewing pain, I know it can't compare to the real thing. Or so they say.
Honestly though, as much as I may allude, I truly believe emotion to be a frivolous human accessory. And by emotion, I mean most specifically petty, selfish emotions like empathy, sadness and fear. What is the gain in 'putting yourself in someone else's shoes'? How utterly, unnatural. Does a lion empathize with a gazelle right before it sinks its 30 razor-sharp fangs into its unsuspecting neck? I hope not.
And for the record, if you're ever face-to-face with a sociopath, that is the exact scenario you should keep fresh in your mind. It's completely baffling to me, the number of people who KNOW they are dealing with a sociopath, yet they don't get away. Morons. They feel they have some kind of, ability or power to 'change' them. You can no more 'save' a sociopath than talk a lion out of having you for lunch.
That being said, I absolutely 'love' those people. The nurturers of the world who don't realize, they're not everyone's mummy.
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Empathy is taking someone else's 'justified' emotion and selfishly claiming it for yourself. Gaining attention with your supposed 'sadness' at someone ELSE'S loss. It's pathetic, annoying illogical and... Selfish. All emotions really are, are just pointless chemical reactions in your brain. Why are they so necessary? And I'm not talking Fight or Flight reactions either, I'm talking guilt, remorse, jealousy and sadness. What are their use?
You tell me that,
Mister Salad,
or is it pronounced Salaad? Salauddd?
You say this all like it's fact, how can you know what empathy is if you've never experienced it once in your life? As for emotions, do you think people choose to use their emotions for something? Because, emotions just happen. The only way empathy can be selfish is when its used to understand somebody so well that you can manipulate them. But the manipulation is the selish part, not the empathy.
I can understand unhappiness, but why would you feel unhappy, because someone ELSE is unhappy? Unless you wanted the attention that them being unhappy brought them. Selfish. I have never, once in my life saw someone not use emotion or 'empathy' for self gain.
I suppose I have always deflected my shallow emotional responses onto all people. It is true that I can't understand the depth of emotion most people have and because of that, I assume it is bullshit, just like when I 'reenact' it. So I will concede to you this one point,
Mister Salaad.
It's completely baffling to me, the number of people who KNOW they are dealing with a sociopath, yet they don't get away. Morons. They feel they have some kind of, ability or power to 'change' them. You can no more 'save' a sociopath than talk a lion out of having you for lunch.
Yes. Totally agree :) but it seems people cannot help it. Why? Well, only God knows why.
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